Multiple short fics
Umm, here goes nothing. I really, really really should be working on my bigbang fic (yes, I signed up *shakes head*), but got sucked into this new community, comment_fic, by badfalcon last night, and ended up writing four, yes 4, fics. Three of them are p0rny and one's just, umm, implied past p0rniness?
I hope you like :)
[Standard disclaimers apply: I neither own the people/characters mentioned in these fics, make money from them, nor do I believe these fictional pieces of writing to indicate the actors preferences in real life.]
Warning, none of these are beta'd passed my own spell-checker and the use of my eyes :)
'Merlin'; Merlin/Arthur(ish); prompt: armour; ‘Crowned Voyeur’; NC-17 (18); 727 words
He was sick and tired of being made to clean Arthur's goddamn armour all the time. Surely there was someone else who could do it once in a while? It's not like Arthur had even worn it recently.
Sighing, Merlin straightened up and put the now-gleaming breastplate to one side and picked up the right hand gauntlet, the last piece left. Sitting back down on the cold hard floor of the armoury with the cleaning rag in his hand, Merlin got back to polishing the hated armour.
Behind him, the door opened silently and none other than Camelot's Crown Prince slipped through to watch his servant at work.
Seeing Merlin so wrapped up in his work, sweating with exertion got Arthur all hot under the collar, not that he would ever admit to liking his manservant in any way shape or form in public. But in the recesses of his mind, Arthur admits that maybe, just maybe, he's fallen for the blue eyed dork that's saved his life on more than one occasion.
Watching Merlin's shoulders move up and down and the pumping action of his arms as he cleaned all the rivets holding the gauntlet together, sent threads of heat throughout Arthur's body, pooling in his groin. Careful not to make any sound, he moved around the edge of the room until he was behind another knights' suit of armour and could see Merlin in profile.
Rubbing himself through his breeches, Arthur fixated on the movements of Merlin's long fingers, imagining what they'd feel like playing with his nipples, trailing down his torso and wrapped around his now rock hard dick.
Moaning into his fist, Arthur pressed harder with the heel of his hand against the prominent bulge at his groin.
Merlin brought the gauntlet up to his eyes to check that he hadn't missed even a speck of dirt, turning it this way and that to check all possible angles. As he did so, his tongue poked out from between his lips in full concentration, not registering the slight groan from shadows where Arthur was concealed.
So hard that it was almost painful, Arthur frantically undid the lacings that held his breeches closed and pulled out his leaking cock. Leaning back against the wall, eyes slitted so all he could see was Merlin's face and shoulders all fuzzy and light-haloed from the late afternoon sun, he gripped his dick tightly and pumped his right hand up and down, as fast as he could go whilst his left hand reached below and cupped his balls, squeezing ever so slightly.
Imagining that it was Merlin's arse that he was fucking, Arthur sped up a little, rolling his balls and flicking the thumb of his other hand over the head of his bulging cock.
So hot, so tight. Don't even realise what you do to me, thought Arthur. Opening eyes he hadn't realised that he'd closed, Arthur saw Merlin mutter something and put the gauntlet down, finally finished with it, and move to get up, meaning that all Arthur could see now was Merlin's backside, bending over to place the gauntlet in its proper place.
Seeing the breeches of his manservant pulled tight across his arse was the last straw for Arthur. Bucking violently into his hand, he came with a rush and Merlin's name on his lips.
Feeling lightheaded from the strength of his orgasm, Arthur slid down the wall, wiping his now-sticky hand along it as he did, absentmindedly leaving a trail of come behind him. As he shook his head to try and clear the floating sensation, he noticed Merlin leaving the armoury, but not before he tripped over a visiting knight's shield, curses as it hit his leg and curses once again at how loud it all sounded in the still of the silent room.
Grinning to himself, Arthur tucked his softened cock away and laced himself back up (somewhat unsteadily).
Typical Merlin, he thought, only he could be so perfectly capable and careful one moment, only to be a complete moron the next, smirking to himself.
With that, the Crowned Prince of Camelot silently made his way from the still cold armoury and up to his chambers, thinking of what orders he should give his young servant.
So long as it involves a lot of bending, it doesn't matter, was his last thought.
RPS; Chris/Steve; prompt: bandana, ‘Control, or a lack of it’; NC-17 (18); 489 words
"No, leave it on," Steve tells Chris as he reaches up to take the bandana off. Apart from that, Chris is naked, hard, and staring straight into Steve's eyes.
Shrugging, Chris leaves the blue and white patterned bandana on and sinks down to his knees with his hands behind his back in front of Steve. Steve, who is wholly clothed, with his fly open and cock jutting out. Apparently, today was go-commando day for both men.
"You know what to do baby," Steve croons, left hand toying with a few strands of Chris' shoulder length hair.
"Yeah, that's it," he pants out as Chris' tongue plays with the slit of Steve's cock.
After a few moments, Steve's making small keening sounds, moving as if to fuck Chris' mouth but stopping at the last moment, hands gripping the comforter tightly.
Smirking, Chris opens his mouth wider and sinks down the length of Steve's cock, taking it in 'til it hits the back of his throat, sucking on it as if it was about to disappear and humming something softly.
"Shit!" Steve bucks as the dual sensations hit him. Hand going to the bandana still sitting on Chris' head, keeping his hair out of the way, Steve holds on as if for dear life whilst Chris works Steve's cock like a finely tuned instrument.
"I'm gonna...Chris, gonna..." Hearing Steve stutter like that, and so quickly too, Chris increases his humming and speeds up just a fraction, all the while staring up at Steve's face, letting his lover see just how turned on his whimpering made him.
All too soon, Steve let out an animalistic moan and pushed his groin into Chris' face so hard that his come completely bypassed Chris' tongue and went straight down his throat. Panting, Steve collapsed backwards across the bed, eyes closed, hands flopping against the bed without the energy to tuck himself away or do anything but pull in giant gasps of breath. Once he'd gained some semblance of control over his breathing he looked up at Chris who was still kneeling on the bedroom floor, eyes fixated on a spot on the carpet just under the bed.
"Gimme a minute and I'll give you a hand," Steve says scratchily. Head flopping back down seconds later.
"Uh, there's, umm, no need," Chris says quietly, eyes still staring at the carpet.
"Why the hell not?!" Steve enquires, so sure that Chris had enjoyed it too.
Looking sheepish and as if he was a tongue tied teenager again, Chris looks away from the spot on the carpet and up at Steve.
"Coz I blew my load when you fucked my face," Chris says defensively, face blushing in embarrassment.
Laughing, Steve rolls over and crawls over so he's eye level with his lover, reaches over and yanks the bandana from Chris' head and places it in his hand.
"Use this to wipe it up then get into bed, m'tired."
RPS; Chris/Steve; “prompt: orange”; ‘Blinded by the light’, PG-13 (12A, ish); 238 words
"Don't even think it," Chris says as he walks over to the mini-fridge in the hotel room.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Steve replies, not quite managing to hide the grin that appeared when he saw what Chris'd had to change into after being spat up on by his nephew.
An orange t-shirt.
Not just any shade of orange though, not a pale shade that could be mistaken for an old worn out top that's faded nor a dark orange that looks earthy and would look great with Chris' eyes the shade of blue they're flashing now. No, it's bright fucking orange. Practically neon. So bright it almost hurts your eyes to look at.
And Chris'd been forced to wear it for the last four hours whilst visiting his sister between gigs.
Steve's just glad that he hadn't been with him. He'd never have been able to keep the laughter that's bubbling up inside him at bay for that long. And with the way Chris is glaring at him, if Steve lets even one giggle passed his lips, he's not going to get laid ‘til Chris deigns to grace him with the pleasure of his cock up Steve's ass.
So when Steve turns away from Chris to look out of the window, it's not because he's blinded by the garishness of the t-shirt, but because he doesn't want to get re-acquainted with his left hand all that much.
RPS; Chris/Steve; prompt: suits, ‘Love in a elevator bathroom’; NC-17 (18); 1,104 words
It's not often that either of them wears a suit. Heck, it's rare to see either of them in anything but jeans and some form of comfortable top (well, Steve likes to look presentable a little more than Chris, but, really, that's not really saying much when being compared to the guy who signed a major label deal in jeans and a t-shirt that Steve knows to be at least four years old), but for a friend’s wedding they just make an effort.
Steve's opted for the traditional black trousers and jacket suit, whereas Chris, well Chris' suit is such a dark blue that it looks black, 'til he stands in the sun that is and then it's the perfect shade to go with his eyes (not that Steve'd admit that in a thousand years, that's just too girly, even for him).
"Think Jenny'd mind if we skipped out him and his missus a little early?" Whispered Chris into Steve's ear.
"Depends, why d'ya wanna leave?" Steve replies with a knowing gleam in his eyes.
"Well, he's gonna be going soon anyway, so s'not like we'd be missing' anythin' important, ceremony's all over now, s'just the party left, and you look mighty fine with those trousers huggin' your ass like that. Makes a guy rock hard just lookin' at it, let alone knowin' he's the only one allowed ta touch it," Chris murmurs, left hand pulling Steve back against Chris' groin whilst his right hand turns Steve's head to the side so Chris can kiss his lips gently.
"Well, when you put it like that..." Steve says, turning in Chris' grip so he can kiss Chris properly. Lips attaching themselves to Chris' and his tongue diving into Chris' mouth, battling for dominance but giving way to Chris' superior determination.
"Yeah, let's, let's get outta here," he mutters against Chris' mouth, eyes scrunched closed as Chris rubs the hard line of his cock against Steve's rapidly hardening one.
"There's a bathroom down the hall, got an outta order sign stuck across it. Should be safe 'nuf in there," and with that, the two of them brush themselves down and barely manage to not run in their urgency to get somewhere more private where they can rip the constricting suits off and touch bare skin.
Almost falling over his feet in an urge to get Steve naked, Chris pushes the door open using Steve's body as a battering ram, and continues right on through, not stopping until they're in the middle of the room and got space to throw each other’s clothes away from themselves.
Once Chris' got Steve completely naked (Chris isn't, he's still got his socks on and for some reason, his tie), he spins him around and pushes him up to the wall with the sinks and mirrors on it.
"Hold on and bend over boy. You still got that plug in from this mornin'?" Chris asks, holding Steve's eyes in his reflection in the mirror.
"Yeah, could, could feel it all the way through Jen's wedding." Steve replies breathily.
"Good." Chris smirks as he slaps his right hand down on Steve's exposed ass, causing him to jolt up slightly and the butt plug to press against his prostate more firmly than before. Smoothing his palm over the faint hand print, Chris drags his trousers over with his foot, quickly yanks the lube and condom out of the pocket that he'd stashed them in earlier, and balances them on Steve's flattened back.
Toying with the plug a little, twisting left then right a little causing Steve to whimper quietly, Chris gently strokes his leaking cock, taking himself to the edge and then bringing himself back before starting it all again.
After what feels like an age to Steve, but is merely a few minutes, Chris suddenly jerks the plug out in one swift move, ripping a loud and highly pornographic moan from Steve.
"Oh yeah, sound so good baby," Chris whispers, endearments falling off his tongue and across Steve's skin, like ice cream from a cone on a hot summers day.
Letting Steve get his bearings again and come back down, Chris lets go of him and rips open the foil packet, smoothing the condom down over his cock with a handful of lube, not wanting to cause his lover any pain, even if he was very open from the plug he'd put in him just before breakfast this morning.
Fingers covered in traces of lube, Chris circles them round Steve's hole, probing him and making sure he really is ready for his cock, no matter what Steve's moans say.
After a minute of teasing Steve, dipping a finger just passed the strong ring of muscle and pulling out again, Chris guides his cock to Steve's relaxed hole and gently, but firmly, presses in. Not stopping until he's all the way in with his balls up against Steve's cheeks.
Pulling out slowly, making Steve feel every millimetre of his cock, Chris slams back in, over and over, setting a relentless pace that's sure to get them both off as hard as possible in the least amount of time.
After a couple of thrusts, Chris catches Steve's eyes in their reflections and holds it. Owning Steve completely, body, mind and soul, but being owned by Steve likewise.
Sweat drips down Chris' back, running in rivulets down to his ass, whereas the sweat on Steve's back prickles up and pools between his shoulder blades. Chris leans over to lick Steve clean, which changes the angle of his thrusts and has Steve moaning and swearing like a trooper at Chris to just hurry the fuck up and make me come already.
Lifting his mouth from Steve's back, Chris whispers in Steve's ear.
"Love you baby, need you so much. Just come for me. Come on my cock. S'all I ask. Come on my cock, and love me."
With those words falling straight down his ear and Chris' warm breath ghosting over his cheek, Steve’s orgasm hits him and his come hits the floor in jets. His eyes close tight and his whole body tenses up.
Feeling Steve go as taught as a bowstring about to snap, Chris' eyes roll up into his head and his hips snap once, twice, three times more as he comes.
Pushing up shakily from Steve's back, Chris drops onto the floor (and incidentally, his trousers and Steve's boxers), and pulls Steve down with him, into his lap.
Nuzzling into Steve's sweat-dampened hair, Chris hears Steve mumble should get the suit out more often if this is what it does to you.
I hope you like one of them, or feel like having a look at the comm - it's a lotta fun *g*, or even both!
charlies_dragon
I hope you like :)
[Standard disclaimers apply: I neither own the people/characters mentioned in these fics, make money from them, nor do I believe these fictional pieces of writing to indicate the actors preferences in real life.]
Warning, none of these are beta'd passed my own spell-checker and the use of my eyes :)
'Merlin'; Merlin/Arthur(ish); prompt: armour; ‘Crowned Voyeur’; NC-17 (18); 727 words
He was sick and tired of being made to clean Arthur's goddamn armour all the time. Surely there was someone else who could do it once in a while? It's not like Arthur had even worn it recently.
Sighing, Merlin straightened up and put the now-gleaming breastplate to one side and picked up the right hand gauntlet, the last piece left. Sitting back down on the cold hard floor of the armoury with the cleaning rag in his hand, Merlin got back to polishing the hated armour.
Behind him, the door opened silently and none other than Camelot's Crown Prince slipped through to watch his servant at work.
Seeing Merlin so wrapped up in his work, sweating with exertion got Arthur all hot under the collar, not that he would ever admit to liking his manservant in any way shape or form in public. But in the recesses of his mind, Arthur admits that maybe, just maybe, he's fallen for the blue eyed dork that's saved his life on more than one occasion.
Watching Merlin's shoulders move up and down and the pumping action of his arms as he cleaned all the rivets holding the gauntlet together, sent threads of heat throughout Arthur's body, pooling in his groin. Careful not to make any sound, he moved around the edge of the room until he was behind another knights' suit of armour and could see Merlin in profile.
Rubbing himself through his breeches, Arthur fixated on the movements of Merlin's long fingers, imagining what they'd feel like playing with his nipples, trailing down his torso and wrapped around his now rock hard dick.
Moaning into his fist, Arthur pressed harder with the heel of his hand against the prominent bulge at his groin.
Merlin brought the gauntlet up to his eyes to check that he hadn't missed even a speck of dirt, turning it this way and that to check all possible angles. As he did so, his tongue poked out from between his lips in full concentration, not registering the slight groan from shadows where Arthur was concealed.
So hard that it was almost painful, Arthur frantically undid the lacings that held his breeches closed and pulled out his leaking cock. Leaning back against the wall, eyes slitted so all he could see was Merlin's face and shoulders all fuzzy and light-haloed from the late afternoon sun, he gripped his dick tightly and pumped his right hand up and down, as fast as he could go whilst his left hand reached below and cupped his balls, squeezing ever so slightly.
Imagining that it was Merlin's arse that he was fucking, Arthur sped up a little, rolling his balls and flicking the thumb of his other hand over the head of his bulging cock.
So hot, so tight. Don't even realise what you do to me, thought Arthur. Opening eyes he hadn't realised that he'd closed, Arthur saw Merlin mutter something and put the gauntlet down, finally finished with it, and move to get up, meaning that all Arthur could see now was Merlin's backside, bending over to place the gauntlet in its proper place.
Seeing the breeches of his manservant pulled tight across his arse was the last straw for Arthur. Bucking violently into his hand, he came with a rush and Merlin's name on his lips.
Feeling lightheaded from the strength of his orgasm, Arthur slid down the wall, wiping his now-sticky hand along it as he did, absentmindedly leaving a trail of come behind him. As he shook his head to try and clear the floating sensation, he noticed Merlin leaving the armoury, but not before he tripped over a visiting knight's shield, curses as it hit his leg and curses once again at how loud it all sounded in the still of the silent room.
Grinning to himself, Arthur tucked his softened cock away and laced himself back up (somewhat unsteadily).
Typical Merlin, he thought, only he could be so perfectly capable and careful one moment, only to be a complete moron the next, smirking to himself.
With that, the Crowned Prince of Camelot silently made his way from the still cold armoury and up to his chambers, thinking of what orders he should give his young servant.
So long as it involves a lot of bending, it doesn't matter, was his last thought.
RPS; Chris/Steve; prompt: bandana, ‘Control, or a lack of it’; NC-17 (18); 489 words
"No, leave it on," Steve tells Chris as he reaches up to take the bandana off. Apart from that, Chris is naked, hard, and staring straight into Steve's eyes.
Shrugging, Chris leaves the blue and white patterned bandana on and sinks down to his knees with his hands behind his back in front of Steve. Steve, who is wholly clothed, with his fly open and cock jutting out. Apparently, today was go-commando day for both men.
"You know what to do baby," Steve croons, left hand toying with a few strands of Chris' shoulder length hair.
"Yeah, that's it," he pants out as Chris' tongue plays with the slit of Steve's cock.
After a few moments, Steve's making small keening sounds, moving as if to fuck Chris' mouth but stopping at the last moment, hands gripping the comforter tightly.
Smirking, Chris opens his mouth wider and sinks down the length of Steve's cock, taking it in 'til it hits the back of his throat, sucking on it as if it was about to disappear and humming something softly.
"Shit!" Steve bucks as the dual sensations hit him. Hand going to the bandana still sitting on Chris' head, keeping his hair out of the way, Steve holds on as if for dear life whilst Chris works Steve's cock like a finely tuned instrument.
"I'm gonna...Chris, gonna..." Hearing Steve stutter like that, and so quickly too, Chris increases his humming and speeds up just a fraction, all the while staring up at Steve's face, letting his lover see just how turned on his whimpering made him.
All too soon, Steve let out an animalistic moan and pushed his groin into Chris' face so hard that his come completely bypassed Chris' tongue and went straight down his throat. Panting, Steve collapsed backwards across the bed, eyes closed, hands flopping against the bed without the energy to tuck himself away or do anything but pull in giant gasps of breath. Once he'd gained some semblance of control over his breathing he looked up at Chris who was still kneeling on the bedroom floor, eyes fixated on a spot on the carpet just under the bed.
"Gimme a minute and I'll give you a hand," Steve says scratchily. Head flopping back down seconds later.
"Uh, there's, umm, no need," Chris says quietly, eyes still staring at the carpet.
"Why the hell not?!" Steve enquires, so sure that Chris had enjoyed it too.
Looking sheepish and as if he was a tongue tied teenager again, Chris looks away from the spot on the carpet and up at Steve.
"Coz I blew my load when you fucked my face," Chris says defensively, face blushing in embarrassment.
Laughing, Steve rolls over and crawls over so he's eye level with his lover, reaches over and yanks the bandana from Chris' head and places it in his hand.
"Use this to wipe it up then get into bed, m'tired."
RPS; Chris/Steve; “prompt: orange”; ‘Blinded by the light’, PG-13 (12A, ish); 238 words
"Don't even think it," Chris says as he walks over to the mini-fridge in the hotel room.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Steve replies, not quite managing to hide the grin that appeared when he saw what Chris'd had to change into after being spat up on by his nephew.
An orange t-shirt.
Not just any shade of orange though, not a pale shade that could be mistaken for an old worn out top that's faded nor a dark orange that looks earthy and would look great with Chris' eyes the shade of blue they're flashing now. No, it's bright fucking orange. Practically neon. So bright it almost hurts your eyes to look at.
And Chris'd been forced to wear it for the last four hours whilst visiting his sister between gigs.
Steve's just glad that he hadn't been with him. He'd never have been able to keep the laughter that's bubbling up inside him at bay for that long. And with the way Chris is glaring at him, if Steve lets even one giggle passed his lips, he's not going to get laid ‘til Chris deigns to grace him with the pleasure of his cock up Steve's ass.
So when Steve turns away from Chris to look out of the window, it's not because he's blinded by the garishness of the t-shirt, but because he doesn't want to get re-acquainted with his left hand all that much.
RPS; Chris/Steve; prompt: suits, ‘Love in a elevator bathroom’; NC-17 (18); 1,104 words
It's not often that either of them wears a suit. Heck, it's rare to see either of them in anything but jeans and some form of comfortable top (well, Steve likes to look presentable a little more than Chris, but, really, that's not really saying much when being compared to the guy who signed a major label deal in jeans and a t-shirt that Steve knows to be at least four years old), but for a friend’s wedding they just make an effort.
Steve's opted for the traditional black trousers and jacket suit, whereas Chris, well Chris' suit is such a dark blue that it looks black, 'til he stands in the sun that is and then it's the perfect shade to go with his eyes (not that Steve'd admit that in a thousand years, that's just too girly, even for him).
"Think Jenny'd mind if we skipped out him and his missus a little early?" Whispered Chris into Steve's ear.
"Depends, why d'ya wanna leave?" Steve replies with a knowing gleam in his eyes.
"Well, he's gonna be going soon anyway, so s'not like we'd be missing' anythin' important, ceremony's all over now, s'just the party left, and you look mighty fine with those trousers huggin' your ass like that. Makes a guy rock hard just lookin' at it, let alone knowin' he's the only one allowed ta touch it," Chris murmurs, left hand pulling Steve back against Chris' groin whilst his right hand turns Steve's head to the side so Chris can kiss his lips gently.
"Well, when you put it like that..." Steve says, turning in Chris' grip so he can kiss Chris properly. Lips attaching themselves to Chris' and his tongue diving into Chris' mouth, battling for dominance but giving way to Chris' superior determination.
"Yeah, let's, let's get outta here," he mutters against Chris' mouth, eyes scrunched closed as Chris rubs the hard line of his cock against Steve's rapidly hardening one.
"There's a bathroom down the hall, got an outta order sign stuck across it. Should be safe 'nuf in there," and with that, the two of them brush themselves down and barely manage to not run in their urgency to get somewhere more private where they can rip the constricting suits off and touch bare skin.
Almost falling over his feet in an urge to get Steve naked, Chris pushes the door open using Steve's body as a battering ram, and continues right on through, not stopping until they're in the middle of the room and got space to throw each other’s clothes away from themselves.
Once Chris' got Steve completely naked (Chris isn't, he's still got his socks on and for some reason, his tie), he spins him around and pushes him up to the wall with the sinks and mirrors on it.
"Hold on and bend over boy. You still got that plug in from this mornin'?" Chris asks, holding Steve's eyes in his reflection in the mirror.
"Yeah, could, could feel it all the way through Jen's wedding." Steve replies breathily.
"Good." Chris smirks as he slaps his right hand down on Steve's exposed ass, causing him to jolt up slightly and the butt plug to press against his prostate more firmly than before. Smoothing his palm over the faint hand print, Chris drags his trousers over with his foot, quickly yanks the lube and condom out of the pocket that he'd stashed them in earlier, and balances them on Steve's flattened back.
Toying with the plug a little, twisting left then right a little causing Steve to whimper quietly, Chris gently strokes his leaking cock, taking himself to the edge and then bringing himself back before starting it all again.
After what feels like an age to Steve, but is merely a few minutes, Chris suddenly jerks the plug out in one swift move, ripping a loud and highly pornographic moan from Steve.
"Oh yeah, sound so good baby," Chris whispers, endearments falling off his tongue and across Steve's skin, like ice cream from a cone on a hot summers day.
Letting Steve get his bearings again and come back down, Chris lets go of him and rips open the foil packet, smoothing the condom down over his cock with a handful of lube, not wanting to cause his lover any pain, even if he was very open from the plug he'd put in him just before breakfast this morning.
Fingers covered in traces of lube, Chris circles them round Steve's hole, probing him and making sure he really is ready for his cock, no matter what Steve's moans say.
After a minute of teasing Steve, dipping a finger just passed the strong ring of muscle and pulling out again, Chris guides his cock to Steve's relaxed hole and gently, but firmly, presses in. Not stopping until he's all the way in with his balls up against Steve's cheeks.
Pulling out slowly, making Steve feel every millimetre of his cock, Chris slams back in, over and over, setting a relentless pace that's sure to get them both off as hard as possible in the least amount of time.
After a couple of thrusts, Chris catches Steve's eyes in their reflections and holds it. Owning Steve completely, body, mind and soul, but being owned by Steve likewise.
Sweat drips down Chris' back, running in rivulets down to his ass, whereas the sweat on Steve's back prickles up and pools between his shoulder blades. Chris leans over to lick Steve clean, which changes the angle of his thrusts and has Steve moaning and swearing like a trooper at Chris to just hurry the fuck up and make me come already.
Lifting his mouth from Steve's back, Chris whispers in Steve's ear.
"Love you baby, need you so much. Just come for me. Come on my cock. S'all I ask. Come on my cock, and love me."
With those words falling straight down his ear and Chris' warm breath ghosting over his cheek, Steve’s orgasm hits him and his come hits the floor in jets. His eyes close tight and his whole body tenses up.
Feeling Steve go as taught as a bowstring about to snap, Chris' eyes roll up into his head and his hips snap once, twice, three times more as he comes.
Pushing up shakily from Steve's back, Chris drops onto the floor (and incidentally, his trousers and Steve's boxers), and pulls Steve down with him, into his lap.
Nuzzling into Steve's sweat-dampened hair, Chris hears Steve mumble should get the suit out more often if this is what it does to you.
I hope you like one of them, or feel like having a look at the comm - it's a lotta fun *g*, or even both!
charlies_dragon